You adjust the stiff WCKD uniform, the fabric scratchy against your skin. The helmet's visor restricts your vision, and you can hear your own breathing echo inside it. Beside you, Gally does the same, his expression unreadable beneath his own helmet. The air in the underground parking garage smells of oil and metal, the dim lights casting long shadows that seem to move as you watch.

Gally's gaze flicks toward Newt and the others before returning to you, a subtle nod passing between you. No words are needed - you've gone over the plan enough times. Get to Sub-level 3, find Minho, get out. Simple in theory, impossible in practice.

"Let's move," Gally mutters under his breath, his voice muffled by the mask. You follow him toward the service door at the far end of the garage, every step echoing too loudly in the cavernous space. The massive door looms ahead like the entrance to a tomb.

He pauses before pushing it open, his gloved hand resting on the handle. For a moment, neither of you moves. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribs, the weight of what you're about to do pressing down on you. This is WCKD's main facility - their most heavily guarded stronghold.